It's just that when he took people to the Prince's Mansion, he found that Luo Liyan was already gone.
I asked everyone, but I don't know where they went.
He originally thought about going to Shameng to place an order and transfer Luo Liyan to his side.
However, the original methods of contacting Shameng were suddenly unusable.
Chu Yujun was extremely anxious, but he had no choice but to worry about government affairs, so he could no longer be distracted from thinking about these things.
I can only put this matter aside for the time being.
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At this time, Luo Liyan, who was missed, sneezed heavily.
She rubbed her nose and glanced at the people in the main altar.
Although everyone seemed to be walking around busy with their own affairs, Luo Liyan could clearly feel that their eyes were all on her.
Not just inquiry, but a sense of awe.
But... what's so good about me? !
Although Chu Youjin is dead, everyone should know that it was not her handwriting.
I just picked up a bargain.
The room of the leader of the Chameng was in a water cave behind the mountain, when Luo Liyan entered, he was almost drenched in water.
She patted the water droplets on her hair, and just as she was about to look at the scenery in front of her, a piece of cotton was thrown at her.
Not much strength.
She quickly caught it, and was about to thank the leader, but found that the leader, who should have been a middle-aged man, now had a young face not a few years older than herself.
"Master...Senior brother?" Luo Liyan was stunned for a moment, and then recovered her voice.
The man responded lightly, and hung the sword in his hand back on the wall.
Then I sat down to see her.
There was a bone-chilling chill in that gaze, which made Luo Liyan feel like she was about to be seen through.
She smiled embarrassingly, and then tightly squeezed the cotton in her hand.
"Brother, in the last mission, although I didn't kill the prince, he still died within the specified time. So..."
"Is he really dead?" the man asked coldly.
Such a rhetorical question is actually enough to show that he already knew about Chu Youjin's fake death.
Luo Liyan opened her mouth, trying to get away with it, but before she could say anything, the man interrupted her again.
"Little Seventeen, I hope you won't lie to me!"
Seventeen is the number of the original owner of the body among their brothers and sisters. In memory, the man in front of him has not been called the original owner of the body for a long time.
Luo Liyan's heart instantly stabilized a lot.
Then he was not in a hurry to speak, and just quietly looked at the man sitting on the table and stool.
In the end, it was the man who compromised first.
He took out a medicine bottle from a side cabinet and handed it to Luo Liyan.
"This is your antidote! You have completed this task, after all, the buyer has believed it!" He stated the final decision in a flat voice.
Luo Liyan shook the small porcelain bottle in her hand, and heard the sound of many pills colliding.
Her expression changed, and she looked at the man suspiciously.
"Brother?!"
"The killers of the Shameng have to take one poison-suppressing medicine every year! There are 50 of them in total here! From today onwards, you are no longer a member of the Shameng!" The man's tone was so cold that it was about to freeze into ice. "Your ability is too low, and you will only disgrace me, Shameng. For the sake of our fellowship, I will leave you a way out!"
Luo Liyan's eyes widened in astonishment, she never expected to be so effortless.